Ataman by Autger

When half way through the journey of our life
I found that I was in a gloomy wood,
because the path which led aright was lost.
And ah, how hard it is to say just what
this wild and rough and stubborn woodland was,
the very thought of which renews my fear!
So bitter't is, that death is little worse;
but of the good to treat which there I found,
I'll speak of what I else discovered there.

And we thank Dante Alighieri for this introduction.

I welcome you in our Shakespearean-type theatre with the neo-medieval audio tragedy, which reflects the Spirit of the Age:

I bleed like a wound,
Blood – I missed her bad,
Sprinkle from the wild heart:
The song remains to be poured out.

A scarlet silk.
Monisto and furs.
Breathing intermittently.
White winter is.
Braided as plait.
In green eyes deep.
Will I see thee?
Forests and plains.

Oh, thy valley is so dark,
Such mysticism high
Destined by our soil
And power linked by blood.

Involuntary fravashi thee,
The sorrow muse of my lyre to be,
Bitter Melpomene, Melpomene:
Trembled in my heart, as string.

My dear, my darling, come to me,
Let's put the pearls on your neck to see.

Caesar! Insistent! Caesar!

***

Or could it be a love letter?

In the sweet memory of.

Polystylism.

Ritual dark jazz. Mystical neoclassical.
Electronic music.

ex. O.I.V.

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